He turned away in utter disappointment, when the thought came to him:
"Why do I seek the modern poet who sang of Jesus? The book which tells all we know of Him, I am sure is easier got."
He retraced his steps, and upon the cobbler-bookseller's shelves he found a red morocco-bound Testament, which was offered at thirteen shillings; and this he bought and later reverently packed away among the wonderful supplies which had been purchased by the elder William under distant direction of the precise and thrifty Mrs. Joy.
It was bleak November when the two Williams Anderson returned to New Vineyard. What holiday secrets they had in store they kept well; and the Christmas Day brought many surprises.
To Emeline—found upon the Stewart mansion door-steps that sacred morning—came a little package which, unwrapped, showed a Testament bound in red morocco. That precious little book is now before the eyes of this historian. Upon its yellow-stained title page are discernible these words:
"My friend, EMELINE T. STEWART,
"You will please accept this Testament as a gift from
"Your Friend,
"WILLIAM ANDERSON.
"EMELINE:—Ask, and ye shall receive. Knock, and it shall be opened unto you."